The End is Just the Beginning (a Bad End Friends story)

Chapter 17

Wirt was tired from the Block Party even though it was the day before. The fireworks continued loudly long after Wirt decided to go home with Frisk and Finn.

It was late into the night again, but thankfully there were no fireworks this time.

It was storming, though. It had been all day as they watched movies and played games (they are no longer allowed to play Monopoly), relaxing from the big day the day before.

Wirt could tell Mabel was glad the rain held out. She kept saying it was a miracle the skies were so perfectly blue the day before, but Bipper did look a lot more tired than normal.

Wirt was still tired, even after resting all day, but he seemed to be stuck in a half-sleep, in a half-dream about his old life.

Needless to say, it surprised him when someone tapped his arm gently and whispered, "Are you awake?"

Wirt blinked at the person. It was Finn.

"What's wrong?" Wirt grumbled, still half-asleep.

"Um, I-ah, I had another nightmare," Finn stuttered. "But I should let you sleep. Sorry." He started to leave.

Wirt rubbed his eyes as he registered what Finn said. Eventually, he realized what the younger boy was saying, and he shifted around and moved his blanket, again, still half-asleep.

Finn looked at him in confusion.

Wirt paused. "Sorry, my brother used to crawl into my bed when he had a bad dream while I was sleeping," he explained.

Finn nodded. He hesitated, but then crawled under the covers.

Wirt involuntarily stiffened. Finn was extremely cold, and Wirt had not been that close to someone in a very long time.

"Was the dream the same as the other times?" Wirt asked, and Finn nodded. "Are you alright?" Finn nodded again, but not before a moment of hesitation. "Just try and sleep," Wirt said.

Again, Finn nodded as Wirt raked his brain for ways to help the boy. Poetry usually helped, so Wirt took a deep breath.

"'Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost,'" Wirt quoted. "Ah me. How hard a thing to say what was the forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is a little more..."

Wirt continued on until Finn slowly fell asleep, and he himself drifted off as well.

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This is the corniest thing I have written ever. It is SO cringy. And short, but I have it anyhow because I love them.

Deal with it. It is my story. 

The poetry that Wirt is quoting is Henry Longfellow's translation of Dante's "Inferno." (Which I am reading (along with the Count of Monte Cristo), and it is really a good book.)

That is all, so adieu.